They hoisted their injured tribe members onto their backs and followed their leader. Not a word was said; listening to their leader was the right thing to do.
As the Beastman Warriors from the two tribes walked together, the members of the Super Tribe finally saw that the beastmen they thought were pitch-black were actually just covered in a layer of mud.
The Messenger Beastman Captain looked at the mud on Yuan Lang's body and chuckled. "Were you chased by a Fierce Beast and fell into a mud pit?"
Yuan Lang paused, then looked down at his body and gave a wry smile. "We were just in an area where High Rank Fierce Beasts are active.
We discovered that coating our bodies with this mud helps mask our scent to some degree, which keeps Fierce Beasts from finding us."
Hearing this, the Messenger Beastman Captain was quite amazed. He touched the partially dried mud on Yuan Lang's arm, applying a fair bit of force, but the mud was stuck on so firmly that none of it flaked off.
